My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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"Seriously, it's just making a movie, why are you crying?" Shirakawa Natsu felt sorry for him and took out a tissue to give him.

"Waaaaah, I'm so excited, waaaaah, thank you boss for giving me this opportunity, waaaaah..." Kato Nishi cried harder and harder.

A man's breakdown often happens in an instant.

"I still need some assistants with photography experience." After realizing he had fallen into a trap, Kato Nishi began to seriously consider how to get the crew together, with tears in his eyes.

“No problem.” Shirakawa Natsumi waved to Kazama Rina: “Rina, post a message on your WeChat Moments saying that the Yamagishi Group where you are interning is planning to make a movie and is now recruiting some student assistants majoring in directing.”

"Ah, oh, okay!" Kazama Rina nodded. Any directing major from the University of Tokyo could easily get you a better job than someone recruited from the job market. "How much is the salary?"

"Salary? What salary?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback: "This is a valuable internship opportunity. Make each of them pay 10 yen for the internship."

Chapter 508 Who Will Be the Victim?

Kazama Rina hesitated, glancing cautiously at Shirakawa Natsu.

Of course she knew that Shirakawa Natsu wanted to use her status as the most beautiful girl at Tokyo University to lure some guys who wanted to show off in front of her, or some sycophants.

Rina Kazama was happy to help him.

But she also had her own little schemes. For example, she wanted Shirakawa Natsu to promise that after playing with her feet, or after her stockings rubbed against her inner thighs, he wouldn't just ignore her.

This left her feeling completely helpless.

"What's wrong?" Shirakawa Natsumi saw her hesitation and could understand. She was also a person who cared about her reputation. It was a bit too much to take advantage of her like this. "Don't worry, many students want to join the film crew but don't have the opportunity. Besides, it's just asking you to post a message on your WeChat Moments. You don't need to go looking for people."

"I...I'm organizing my thoughts." Kazama Rina ultimately didn't voice her inner thoughts.

She felt she couldn't let Shirakawa Natsu think she was a vulgar woman.

Get the odd jobs under control.

Shirakawa Natsu looked at Kato Nishi with a sincere smile: "Director, can we start filming now?"

"Ah! Now?" Kato Nishi swallowed hard, looked around, and saw more than a dozen yakuza members staring at him. Although they couldn't see his eyes through his sunglasses, they still gave him a strong sense of pressure. So he nodded: "I... I'll take a look at the script first."

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, fearing that if he said he wasn't ready, a gun would appear and be pointed at his head.

"Act One...Act One is about the landlady." Kato Nishi quickly flipped through the script, looked at Shirakawa Natsu, and asked cautiously, "What about our actors and the location?"

“Miyuki.” Shirakawa Natsu looked at her. “We’re about the same size. I’ve left my clothes in the car.”

“Okay.” Miyuki stubbed out his cigarette and walked toward the Hummer.

One is 177cm tall and the other is 179cm tall.

Shirakawa Natsu was originally even thinner than Mino Shiki, but after acquiring the body of a minotaur, he gained muscles, and the two could almost share clothes.

He then looked at Kitagawa Iku, the only woman whose breasts were comparable in size to his aunt's. She was wearing an ordinary coat and her figure was not upright, making her look timid.

"Yu, you're the female lead, so do your best."

"Huh?" Kitagawa Iku looked flustered. "Are...are we really making a movie?"

Even now, she still feels that Shirakawa Natsu signed her as an insignificant passerby.

Then she used her body to entertain the director and staff.

Now, she's being told that she's actually getting the lead role, and she feels more bewildered than happy.

Shirakawa Natsu frowned: "Didn't we agree from the beginning that you shouldn't be nervous? We took your acting skills into account when writing the script, so just play yourself."

"Okay...okay." Kitagawa Yu told herself not to be nervous, but she was even more nervous now than before.

Kato Nishi looked at the two lead actors, on the verge of tears. Not only were they both amateurs, but the female lead also seemed rather dim-witted. He asked with a mournful face, "What about the location?"

"The venue?" Shirakawa Natsu pointed: "Let's have the first scene at your house, that way you can relax a bit."

"Oh, okay." Kitagawa Yu was so nervous that she didn't think much of it when she heard about her family.

"Alright, let's go." Shirakawa Natsuichi clapped his hands: "Director Kato, remember to review the script in the car."

"Okay...okay." Kato wanted to get into the car with Shirakawa Natsu, but a yakuza put his hand on his shoulder. His mouth was physically split open by three centimeters, with a ring in the middle. When he spoke, the split swayed back and forth: "Director, come and get in my car. This is my first time making a movie, and I would like to ask you for some acting tips."

"Waaah, okay...okay." Kato, a man over forty, burst into tears once again. The last time he broke down was just ten minutes ago.

"Director, what's wrong?" the gangster asked, puzzled.

"It's alright, I'm easily moved." Kato wiped away his tears: "We were touched by your passion for the performing arts."

"Actually, I once thought about becoming an actor." The smirking gangster laughed even more enthusiastically and began to talk endlessly about the movies he had seen.

After Shirakawa Natsu and the others got into the car, the Hummer door was opened.

Miyuki was changing clothes in the passenger seat, having already taken off her bra and tossed it casually onto the back seat.

"Aren't you wearing anything underneath?" Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her. Miyuki's breasts were the perky type, and after taking off her clothes, her abs were faintly visible.

There's a unique kind of healthy and sexy charm.

“Wearing a bra to play the male lead will make your chest very noticeable.” Mikoto put on his jeans. Just as Shirakawa Natsu had predicted, the two had similar builds, so they could indeed swap clothes.

"Really?" Shirakawa Natsu placed his hand on her chest and rubbed it. It was very soft, but with a resilient softness. He guessed that even without a bra, it would push up her top a bit.

The one with the softest breasts is my aunt.

When you grab it, it feels like you're grabbing cotton; your whole hand sinks in completely.

Seeing him touching himself, Miyuki didn't rush to get dressed: "Will the movie be a hit?"

“Of course, this is just our first step.” Shirakawa Natsu smiled confidently, withdrew his hand, and started the Hummer.

Kitagawa Iku's house is a detached house, and the furnishings are quite old, making it look somewhat dilapidated from the outside.

After all, ever since the Kitagawa Iku family suffered a misfortune, no one has been in the mood to look at the house anymore.

Shirakawa Natsu was the last to arrive. As soon as she got off the bus, she saw Kato Nishi standing there, tears welling up in her eyes as she intently read the script.

"Director Kato, you don't look well." Shirakawa Natsu walked over. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to rest?"

Kato Nishi's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. When she met Shirakawa Natsu's gaze, she said, "It's okay. I can't sleep at all if I don't work."

"Good luck." Shirakawa Natsu patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Boss, who will play the role of the landlady's husband?" Kato asked, pointing to the script. "He only appears once and has no more scenes. It seems like we don't have anyone suitable for the role."

He glanced at the gangsters, then at Shirakawa Natsu.

Actually, he felt that the boss somewhat fit the role description.

But he couldn't say it aloud; he could only hint at it. He had the boss play the victim, hiding behind the door watching his wife's affair.

"It's alright, I already have a good candidate in mind." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled. "Let's set up the cameras first; they're in the trunk of my car."

"Oh, okay." Kato Nishi nodded, went to the trunk of the Hummer, and pulled out a bunch of various pinhole cameras: "?"

He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked. Under Shirakawa Natsu's arrangement, he installed a pinhole camera outside the door.

Kato Nishi, holding a video camera that Kazama Rina borrowed from the University of Tokyo, hid in the spot designated by Shirakawa Natsu and began filming.

"The young gangster A-Shit, filming begins!" Shirakawa Natsu gave the order, amidst applause from the others.

Filming for the male and female leads has officially begun.

The first act begins directly in the entryway.

Shirakawa Natsu took out her phone, which had Murakami Ryo's number on it.

Chapter 509 Losing the Highlight

"This...this room is for rent." Kitagawa Iku's muscles tensed. "How long...how long do you want to rent it?"

She's still in a daze. She was playing the female lead, her mind was completely blank, and all her lines were long forgotten.

Kato Nishi and Shirakawa Natsu hid to the side, holding up a camera and pointing it at the entrance.

"No, her acting skills are terrible." Kato Nishi tried to be tactful. He couldn't understand why the boss would cast a woman who was good for nothing but big breasts as the female lead.

Is the boss not very old, but has a particular fondness for large breasts?

Shirakawa Natsumi remained silent, glancing at the screen. He had just sent a message to Murakami Ryo.

The content of the message is simple.

He simply took a picture of Miyuki following Kitagawa Iku into the house from behind.

After sending the message, he closed his phone and stopped responding to any more messages from Murakami Ryo.

"It's okay, trust Miyuki."

Kato Nishi was speechless, then looked back at the camera. The two stared at each other in the entryway. Clearly, Kitagawa Iku had forgotten her lines; she was wearing casual loungewear, her chest prominently displayed, and beneath her knee-length skirt were a pair of incredibly thin, flesh-colored legs.

She wasn't particularly beautiful; she was the kind of mature, approachable woman who grew on you.

Kitagawa Iku tried hard to remember her lines, but her mind was blank. She stared blankly at the handsome Miyuki in front of her. Although they were both women, there was a strong sense of aggression in her eyes.

Like a fierce hunting dog, and she was a helpless little animal.

"Madam, you seem quite nervous." Miyuki took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked down at Kitagawa Iku with her characteristic mockery in her eyes.

Do I look scary?

"No...no." Kitagawa Yu had never seen such a scene before. Her body instinctively stepped back, and she braced herself against the shoe cabinet to stop herself. Her gaze instinctively avoided Miyuki, and she dared not meet her eyes.

Miyuki smiled wickedly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and leaned forward: "Then why did you hide?"

"I...I, no, I..." Kitagawa Yu was at a loss, her body pressed completely against the wall, her eyes already red despite being a mature woman.

She looked pitiful and helpless, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

"?" Kato Nishi was completely confused: "The script is wrong. It should be that when the landlady is climbing the stairs, Ami sees her underwear from above."

“It’s okay, let’s continue filming.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded calmly: “As a qualified actor, I will improvise when the emotion comes, there’s no need to make a fuss.”

"..." Kato Nishi's lips twitched. Improvisation is about changing lines on the spot, but now it's gone to the point of tearing up the script.

But he was the boss, so Kato Nishi swallowed his anger.

Kitagawa Iku was pressed against the wall, tears welling up in her eyes, about to spill over.

"Hahaha." Miyuki suddenly burst into laughter, his wicked expression vanished, replaced by a sunny disposition. He winked at her, "Madam, you're so cute."

"..." Kitagawa Iku's expression froze, and he suddenly realized that they were filming a movie.

She had been overwhelmed by Miyuki's imposing aura, and as soon as she relaxed, her eyes became incredibly aggrieved, like a neighbor's wife who had been bullied.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Mi Zhi Shi reached out and, with lightning speed, lifted her chin and kissed her directly.

"?" Kitagawa Yuka's relaxed body tensed up again. Being kissed by such a handsome younger woman left her completely stunned, and her eyes seemed to lose their anxiety.

The tension was so intense that even resistance was impossible.

It looked like a kiss, but in reality, the two only slightly touched lips and did not make any inappropriate moves such as opening their mouths.

Miyuki's other hand had already started moving.

Kitagawa Iku wanted to resist, but her whole body felt like it was no longer under her brain's control; only her eyes looked helpless and pleading.

Miyuki ignored her and pushed her luck.

"..." Kato Nishi stared in disbelief, holding the camera blankly, unable to tell whether this was acting or something else.

According to the script, although the sex scene takes place after going up the stairs, it is definitely a sex scene.

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was complicated. When he was in the car, he guessed that Kitagawa Iku would definitely forget his lines due to nervousness and have Miyuki improvise.

But how come you're so skilled?

Kitagawa Iku was completely manipulated by her.

With her handsome looks, her manipulation of the wife didn't seem out of place at all; it didn't feel like acting.

As Shirakawa Natsu remained silent, she saw Murakami Ryo appear at the door on the phone's security camera feed.

"Come here."

He pulled Kato Nishi along and led him inside.

"Huh? Where are we going?" Kato Nishi was taking pictures when he was pulled to the corner, where it was difficult to see him when the door opened.

When Miyu saw Shirakawa Natsu change positions, a smirk appeared on her face. Suddenly, she reached down with both hands, passed them through Kitagawa Iku's knees, spread her legs, and lifted her up into the air.